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Post by honour on Feb 2, 2009 23:44:17 GMT -6
Honour ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up at the Police Building. It was the first city that she had lived in where the RPIT was in the same building as the other departments. It was unusual and a little frightening, but she had never been one to let something get to her. She took a deep breath and walked up the stairs and into the building, heading to the front desk. She found out where she needed to go and walked purposely up into the RPIT part of the building.
She went to the main desk and was told that she would have to wait for the person who was in charge of the unit. Looking around, Honour was in no way shocked to find out that this was the same setup as every unit that she had ever been in. She sat in one of the waiting chairs, playing with her nails, waiting for whoever she was supposed to be waiting for.
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Post by metatron on Feb 3, 2009 0:24:06 GMT -6
Cord got the call and tromped down the stairs to go meet yet another new transfer into the department. This one was coming in from L.A. so maybe they would be up to par and be able to help get a handle on all the crap coming down pipe. It seemed that as fast as they got a lead and started making progress on a case something else went wrong and another dam body turned up.
He stopped at the front desk and the desk jockey there pointed to the chair in the waiting area. Cord let his gaze fall on the woman now sitting there. Interesting, it seemed they would now have two women on the force. Cord was sure Rayvan would be happy to see another female face around. "You the new transfer?"
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Post by honour on Feb 4, 2009 23:56:45 GMT -6
Honour made sure that her weapons were too obvious as she sat there alone. She heard someone coming down the hall and looked up, seeing a guy walking toward the desk. She turned back to pretending to mess with her nails, listening to him ask where the transfer was. She heard the moment of air as he was pointed in her direction. She stood before he could get to her and nodded. "Detective Honour Lin from the Los Angeles office."
She ran her fingers through her hair, not sure what she was supposed to do. In LA, it was taboo for a woman who wasn't a witch or a psychic to be on the force, so shaking hands was out. Seeing as they didn't know she was a lycanthrope, shaking hands was out because they thought she was human. She didn't know if the same policy applied here or if she should try for it. She decided against it and thought about who she was supposed to talk to. "I was told to come here and talk to whoever was in charge of RPIT."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2009 0:09:08 GMT -6
Cord looked over the woman. She was petite and bristled. Interesting combination. She didn't bother with handshakes that spoke loads about her. Some women on the force thought they had to be harder stronger than any man they met. He pegged her as the type. Oh well it was Conners headache not his.
Smiling a thin evil grin at the idea of passing trouble Conners way Cord stepped over to the woman. "I'm Captain Cord I run the RPIT and you are." He initially restrained himself from shaking hands but he was in a devilish mood. Extending his hand he allowed it to hang there like the sword of Damocles...
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Post by honour on Feb 5, 2009 1:44:33 GMT -6
Honour nodded. The Captain, interesting. She had spent a few years in LA before meeting that captain there. She was liking this place already. That was when he put his hand out. She wasn't one of those women that thought she had to be stronger than the men in her department. Mostly because she knew that she was stronger, but she did dread shaking hands with anyone higher than her. Would they feel the power of the wolf within her? Or would they feel the sheer strength of the lycanthropy running through her veins?
She mentally shook herself and took his hand, giving it a firm shake that was what she hoped was the right amount of strength for a female detective in the RPIT. It was moments like this that she had to control herself the most, but she managed. "Honour Lin. It is a pleasure to meet you, Captain."
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Post by zherneboh on Feb 16, 2009 22:05:02 GMT -6
Melinda stepped into the austere waiting area, taking a seat off to the side she looked around the room this is nothing like D.C. As she watched the people in the room go about their daily business, she wondered who was in charge around here. When she heard the conversation between the two people and heard one say that he was the captain for the unit she got up and approached them, pulling out her credentials, just in case they needed proof. When she got closer she said, "I'm sorry, but are you the captain of the local RPIT unit by any chance?" Her free hand, more out of reflex than anything reached down towards her gun and grabbed it tightly god I hate talking to new people, especially when they stink!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2009 22:14:09 GMT -6
Crap... That was so not the right thing to do Cord thought as he fought the urge to slap leather. He didn't but the fight was hard won. The woman was as lithe as Wolfbaen and she seemed to have the same hangups as Officer Lin. He would never get past the rampant overcompensation of the female officers he ran across. While not as bad as short cop syndrome it could be far more grating. At least men had a reason to be less than levelheaded.
Sighing as he sized up the woman he stepped forward. It was unintentional and completely by force of habit be was presenting more of himself and acting as a shield for Lin. He would have done the same for any officer; but he knew that she would take it as a sign of male chauvinism.
"I am What can I do for you...," It was a question but his diction made it an order. He couldn't help himself his devilish mood was immediately eclipsed by his years as topkick.
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